because a littly birdy sent me a collection of surrealist poems by C.D Wright, "Steal Away". I mean doesn't reading lines like:
- There are enough signs. Of lack of tenderness in the
world. And yet. And yet. All you have to do is ask. Anyone
here can extol the virtues of an onion. Where to get barbecue
minced, pulled, or chopped. The hour of the day they have
known the thorn of love.
make your multiple selves go !!!
THANK YOU, Valerie!!!!
Have also joined a new poetry workshop: three candles which focuses on critique and revisions. The fact that everyone comes under their own name is very reassuring. I've really never liked the mask of nicknames many people use in other boards... probably because I haven't got the imagination and flair for inventing a cool one for myself. Teehee. Loser!